Jackson’s lips parted, drawing her attention. So close. All she had to do was move her head a few inches and they would touch. Oh, to be kissed again. She’d once loved kissing. How long had it been? A very deep, very feminine part of her ached for that sweet contact, the feeling of being wanted. Desired. Cherished. In a way that Hennessy never had made her feel.
A fantasy.
Jackson’s breathing changed and he shifted her in his arms. His gaze lowered to her lips. Tension crackled between them and her lips tingled.
“Are you afraid I’ll take advantage of you, Margaret?” he whispered. “Or are you afraid I won’t?”
His question thinned whatever spell he’d wrapped around her. “Don’t you dare. As I said, I’m fully capable of warding off unwanted advances.”
“How are you at warding off wanted advances?” As his lips moved the words, they fed her craving for his kiss.
She turned her head away. “I wouldn’t know.”
He chuckled again, the lout. Oh, this would be a very long journey!
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